what is love?

baby, don't hurt me...

i hate that song so much.

but, the question is a valid one. i have imagined love is like many
things, but at the same time, like nothing else also. it seems
paradoxical, like strange and familiar at the same time. as i recall,
it's like a dream, or like dreaming maybe, while you're awake. eyes
far away, a blissful smile on your face, the feeling of floating above
it all. but what do i know? if i call something a word a lot of times,
the thing won't change, though the meaning of the word might, to fit
whatever i am referring to. so i'd be right, but in a very lame way.
this begs the question, is what i've been calling love not really love
at all? do i even know what love is? in a romantic way, i can't say
that i do. obviously i've been mistaken a time or two in my life. but
as a father? yeah, i know what love is.

a friend and i were tossing this around the other night. her idea was
that love is like madness, because she considers madness like a waking
dream for those unfortunate souls suffering with it. i suppose i could
see some elements of madness in love, but i really think love is
sanity itself. instead, i'd say hatred is madness.

what is love?

i'm sorry. i was trying to answer that simple, infinite question, but
it seems all i've managed is to walk around in a circle. love is a
paradox is all i've got for now.

i'm sure this will be continued at some point. not today though. i
hope today is treating you well.

ghost